“What? Just trying to be a team player.” I look at him. “Don’t leave a man behind, right? That’s what we always say.” I glance down at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Looks like you could use some relief too.”
“You’re out of line, Adrian,” Buck says, taking another step closer. He’s only a few feet away now. His eyes are locked on me. On my face, my swollen lips, my tear-streaked cheeks. On my ass, being pummeled by Diego’s cock.
“Am I?” I moan as Diego hits that perfect spot inside me. “Or am I just doing my duty? Relieving a fellow soldier of his burden.”
“Adrian…” he warns.
Diego’s thrusts are faltering. He’s getting close. The familiar signs are all there—his breathing getting ragged, his movements getting erratic, his grip on my hips tightening like a vise. I’ve felt it with Emilio, I’ve felt it with Yassir. I know what’s coming. And I can’t wait.
“Do it,” I beg Diego. “Pump another load inside me.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Diego growls. “You’re gonna be so full of cum. Three weeks of being backed up, mano. This is gonna be a flood.”
“I want it all,” I moan, my eyes still locked on Buck. “Every last drop.”
That’s all it takes. Diego lets out a string of curses, a filthy mix of English and Spanish, and then I feel it—the fourth load of the night. The fourth hot, wet rush flooding my insides. And he’s not kidding. It feels like he’s coming forever, rope after rope of thick cum pumping into me, creaming my already-used hole. There’s so much it starts to push back out, leaking down my balls in thick, sticky streams.
Emilio, Kade, and Yassir let out a collective groan as Diego keeps emptying himself into me. I guess none of them have ever seen a load this massive. I know I haven’t. I can feel the sheer volume of it, the pressure inside me, the wet squelching sounds getting louder and messier as Diego keeps thrusting, pushing his cum even deeper.
“Fuck, I think you’ll be pregnant,” Diego says with a wheezing laugh, finally stilling. He slumps over my back, all sweaty and spent. “You good, mano?”
“Never better,” I sigh as he pulls out. A gush of fluid follows, a river of cum running down my legs, dripping onto my pants pooled around my ankles. “Holy shit. There’s so much.”
Diego chuckles and takes a step back. “Told you. Three weeks, baby. And you’ve edged me this morning with that little taste.”
My hole is gaping, a sloppy, used mess, still pulsing and clenching, desperate for more. And Buck is standing closer than ever. So close I can see the dark, wiry hairs on his chest peeking out from the collar of his shirt. So close I can smell him. Clean sweat and that cheap soap we all use. He’s breathing heavily, and the bulge in his pants looks painful.
“So,” I say, my voice shaky. “That’s four. You wanna make it five? Or you gonna report us all for... what was it you said? Being degenerates?”
Buck doesn’t answer. He just stands there, staring down at my dripping, cum-filled hole. His pupils are blown wide, and with every breath his nostrils flare.
“Let’s play a little game,” I continue, my brain still foggy with pleasure, but this new thrill sharpening my senses. “If I open your pants and you’re soft, we’ll go back to camp right now. No more arguments. We’ll take whatever punishment you think we deserve.” I turn around and kneel in front of him, my shirt sticking to my back with sweat and God knows what else. I rest my hands on my thighs and look up at him. “But if you’re hard…”
I move my hand to the front of his pants. Buck doesn’t stop me. He stares down at me, his jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his neck. I can feel the heat radiating from him. The sheer size of his bulge is ridiculous.
One by one, I pop open the buttons of his fly. The last one springs open on its own, and the thick outline of his cock strains against his boxer briefs. I trace the shape of him with my fingers, feeling him twitch and throb under my touch.
Then I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them down.
12
Ihave to bite my lip to keep from gasping. Behind me, I hear a few sharp intakes of breath.
Buck’s a beast. A monster. Thick as a beer can and longer than any of the others. A network of thick, angry veins snakes up the shaft, and a forest of dark, wiry hair crowns the base and spreads up across his belly. The head is a deep, angry purple, flared, and a drop of clear fluid catches the moonlight. It’s a cock built for ruining.
It takes a real effort to pull my eyes away from it, to look up at him.
“Harder than Chinese algebra,” I breathe.
The corner of Buck’s mouth twitches. He tries to hide it by rubbing a hand over his beard, but I saw it. A tiny flicker of amusement.
I open my mouth, let my tongue dart out to lick my lips, then breathe hot air over the head of his cock. The precum beads and drips. Buck’s hands clench into fists at his sides.
I lean back slightly, just out of reach.
His hips shift forward. Just an inch. Unnoticeable to anyone but me. I see it. I feel it. Another inch. I breathe on him again,my lips a fraction away from his skin. Another. The head of his cock brushes my bottom lip, leaving a smear of precum. I don’t move. Don’t open my mouth further. I just let it rest there. Wait.
Behind us, nobody speaks. Nobody moves. They’re all watching. I can feel their eyes.
